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I walk a lonely path, cut straight between the lines of twilight and oversight.

I take a crossing glance at each side, my soul fills with sorrow.

Sided with confidence, they take their dieties to rest.

I walk past them, head down; shoulders slumped.

My guardians have all forsaken me, and i continue to walk.

My spirit longs for substance, but i have none to coffer.

I am a stranger in the land of the found.

I am lost, a refugee; no home to lay waste, and no hope to bear witness.

I allow them the satisfaction, as i try to blend in.

I am just trying to keep in one direction, and find my savior.